Someone close to me celebrated a 50th birthday this week, but it seems only yesterday that she was born. Where does the time go? The lament of all of us lucky enough to ponder life from a far shore even as we begrudge our own aging.
On Growing Older
A pebble
picked up while strolling
through life. Roll it
across your fingers.
Turn it, touch it.
Feel sandpaper surfaces
and smooth contours,
surprise angles, quirky edges.
Toss it, reject it
only to one day discover it
back inside your shoe.
Stuck.
Marilyn Aschoff Mellor
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